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Sunday, March 12, 2017

The Kimberly Stove, round two

Five
years ago, we purchased a Kimberly stove. My partner was intrigued because it was very cool technically and,
because it is highly efficient, it could be installed in our basement using the
existing chimney without interfering with the fireplace upstairs. Mark wanted
to heat the basement and his little office space with scrap wood; I was hoping
to dry the laundry in less than a week in the winter.

The
first winter was a disaster. We purchased the stove in November, and what with
one thing then another, it was not installed until late January. Once installed, it did not work. Mark tried
and failed. I read the directions, tried, and failed. We tried different wood—no
luck. Finally, we gave up. Come June, and the Mother Earth News Fair, we found
the manufacturer in his booth and complained. He came out the next day,
pronounced the stove flawed, and replaced it.

The
next winter, we had no trouble with lighting the stove, but it did not heat the
basement. It is a full basement, surrounded by wet fifty degree clay soil, with
a serious seepage problem when the rains are heavy. Nothing will heat that
basement! We tried for several Saturdays, even boiling water for tea on the
top, but it raised the temperature about two degrees. Mark was disappointed; I
knew that it was only a matter of time before it moved upstairs.

The
stove sat, unused, in the basement for two winters before I raised the issue.
We have a garage converted into dining room that we have been heating with an
electric space heater. All of the literature for the Kimberly stove suggests
that it was designed to heat a small cabin, or tiny home, or RV…which is about
the size and shape of the dining room. Why not move it up, where it will be
VERY useful, rather than keeping it in the basement, unused? Mark saw the
logic. We contacted the stove company.

In
January, we moved the Kimberly upstairs. It looks lovely tucked into a corner
of the dining room, against the old wooden wall. The stove pipe climbs up, bends
around the rafters, and shoots out of an old roof vent. It sits on a grey stone
pad, which protects the floor from embers. We hang our clothes on the rafters
above. On Saturday morning, Mark starts the stove while I make breakfast. It
warms the room quickly. If we turn on the bathroom fan, warm air moves through
the entire house. When people come over, they can take off their coats. When we
sit down for dinner, the candles are not wavering in the breeze from the space
heater. Our pile of junk lumber has gone way down.

We
are, finally, very happy with the purchase. It was more expensive than a traditional
stove, so I cannot recommend it for everyone, but it does work as promised—when
it is in the right space.